There was a rasping, breathy laugh at Tucker's crassness, all meant with love and affection. He leaned upwards, catching his mouth with his briefly, before tugging lightly on his lower lip in turn. Imagine how it felt just sitting here in this bed, Tucker. You weren't he only one to have it so rough.

But things would be alright. They'd find a way.

A nose nuzzled against his jawline as Wash's fingers sank into the back of Tucker's hair, stroking slowly. They couldn't do much here, but damned if he wouldn't do as much as could be allowed.